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Never get of Never get enough of my crime Never get of Never get enough for my mind. Looked in the gla**, Get in-line with yourself Girl. Layers of the heart dimensions of thought Desire is movement, but Love is un-moving, an a, I never get enough for my mind Never get enough Never get enough of my crime Never get enough Never get enough of my crime Never get enough Never get enough for my mind.