| Song | Always Been There |
| Artist | Duke Special |
| Album | Oh Pioneer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
| I lost my only hope. | |
| And your face on the coin, didnt see it coming, | |
| A place where | |
| I can rest was all | |
| I ever wanted, | |
| My broken weary bones. | |
| Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
| Among the storms. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like its always been there, | |
| Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
| Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
| Familiar and unknown. | |
| Carve me under pork so | |
| Ill always remember | |
| A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
| My old time trusted friend. | |
| Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
| A knight in wind. | |
| The voice | |
| I know comes through the crowd, | |
| A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
| Feels like its always been there, | |
| Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
| A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
| Opinion that we recognize. | |
| A journey is the destination, | |
| That keeps us alive. | |
| These words are like a net | |
| That try and catch the longing | |
| With pennan with a pitch. | |
| But nothing seems to come | |
| At least of us the shadow | |
| Beyond my reach. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like its always been there, | |
| Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
| Feels like its always been there, waiting |
| I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
| I lost my only hope. | |
| And your face on the coin, didn t see it coming, | |
| A place where | |
| I can rest was all | |
| I ever wanted, | |
| My broken weary bones. | |
| Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
| Among the storms. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
| Familiar and unknown. | |
| Carve me under pork so | |
| I ll always remember | |
| A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
| My old time trusted friend. | |
| Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
| A knight in wind. | |
| The voice | |
| I know comes through the crowd, | |
| A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
| Opinion that we recognize. | |
| A journey is the destination, | |
| That keeps us alive. | |
| These words are like a net | |
| That try and catch the longing | |
| With pennan with a pitch. | |
| But nothing seems to come | |
| At least of us the shadow | |
| Beyond my reach. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting |
| I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
| I lost my only hope. | |
| And your face on the coin, didn t see it coming, | |
| A place where | |
| I can rest was all | |
| I ever wanted, | |
| My broken weary bones. | |
| Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
| Among the storms. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
| Familiar and unknown. | |
| Carve me under pork so | |
| I ll always remember | |
| A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
| My old time trusted friend. | |
| Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
| A knight in wind. | |
| The voice | |
| I know comes through the crowd, | |
| A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
| Opinion that we recognize. | |
| A journey is the destination, | |
| That keeps us alive. | |
| These words are like a net | |
| That try and catch the longing | |
| With pennan with a pitch. | |
| But nothing seems to come | |
| At least of us the shadow | |
| Beyond my reach. | |
| Every note there from the start, | |
| The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
| Feels like it s always been there, waiting |