Thanks to Keith - and by no means is this a dig - the song in my head today (drowning out the voices to which I have become accustomed) is "Can't Stand Losing You" from The Police's first album, 1978's "Outlandos D'Amour", which I recall is loosely translated as "love outlaws". This predates Sting becoming self-important and boring, and also includes such great songs as "Next to You" and, of course, "Roxanne". Ignoring the chorus, the verses (courtesy of http://www.oldielyrics.com/ - and I resent the implication that anything from my youth is an "oldie") are as follows:

I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this

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I see you've sent my letters back
And my LP records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense

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I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride

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Rock on, Mr. Sumner.