I had this on in the background while I was surveying how dusty my living room was, and feeling depressed about my slovenly housekeeping. I always post these tragic poignant moments, because, let’s face it, the heartbreak is what keeps some of us addicted, but this is a rare moment of optimism. I’m calling it
Cocksure Optimism.
Please enjoy. The music is uncharacteristically similar (not the same, thank you @too-antigonish )for both versions, UK and US. It’s brief, but I just love the swagger. 
Poor crushed Morsey, 45 seconds later.













