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Radiohead y su Fake Plastic Trees son suficientes...

y más al final, cuando Yorke canta:

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.

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Nando dijo...

que hubo mano ahora tengo musica en mi blog para que la bajés nada mas te recomiendo que tengas buenos woofers porque son levantamuertos mano dale descargalas que estn buenas las rolas saludos