last one standing
My face doesn't tell you who I am.my voice doesn't tell you who I am.The song I sing to the poor tells you who I am.When I'm the last one standing,then you'll know o am.I am a woman with a thousand masks.By what you mean so many masks, and so he asks.I was the last one standing when they couldn't speak,and so when I started saying this and that,they tried peak.let me tell you a little secret,you wanna know who I am? Ask the tallest mountain and it will tell you,"she's one with a thousand masks,and the last one standing."
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