John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser
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The tale is told, of a mighty land
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Great tempest ocean, shifting sand
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Of an ancient lore, in tribal might
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After an age, of harmony
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Came a reign, based on greed
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They say that all roads lead to Rome
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But now it's changing
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Now the time has come
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So spare your heart, bare your breast
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For the light that fades, into the west
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Once more shall rise, as glory dawns
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The Time Has Come
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John Farnham |