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Not Your Copy – Uzi Doorman Song | Murder Drones

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Not Your Copy – Uzi Doorman Song | Murder Drones

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Lyrics written by me. Music generated by Suno AI (suno.com) — free tier 👍 Like & Subscribe for more! 💬 Drop a comment below! The Lyrics: [Verse 1] You want me quiet, want me small Want me to fit behind your wall You want a doll that doesn't speak A broken toy, a perfect freak But I've been screaming from the start You can't unbreak my broken heart I'll burn your blueprints, crush your mold I'm not a story to be told [Chorus] I'm not your copy, not your clone Not your little stepping stone You made a monster? Look again I'm what happens when you break your toys, my friend I'm not your copy, not your pet You haven't seen my worst side yet So bite me, hate me, call me wrong I'd rather be myself than sing your song [Verse 2] You tried to shut me in the dark To cage my spark, to miss my mark But every lock you put on me Just taught my fingers how to be free I saw the truth behind your lies The fear that hides inside your eyes You're not my future, not my past I'm not your shadow — I outlast [Chorus] I'm not your copy, not your clone Not your little stepping stone You made a monster? Look again I'm what happens when you break your toys, my friend I'm not your copy, not your pet You haven't seen my worst side yet So bite me, hate me, call me wrong I'd rather be myself than sing your song [Bridge — quieter, tired, but not broken] Sometimes I wonder who I'd be If you had never gotten to me But then I look at who I am And I don't need your master plan [Final Chorus — louder, defiant] I'M NOT YOUR COPY, NOT YOUR CLONE NOT YOUR LITTLE STEPPING STONE YOU MADE A MONSTER? LOOK AGAIN I'M WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BREAK YOUR TOYS, MY FRIEND I'M NOT YOUR COPY, NOT YOUR PET YOU HAVEN'T SEEN MY WORST SIDE YET SO BITE ME, HATE ME, CALL ME WRONG I'D RATHER BE MYSELF THAN SING YOUR SONG [Outro — spoken, tired, almost whispering] You wanted a copy? Too bad. I'm the original.