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Shattered Dreams

Shattered Dreams became a hit in 1988 (US; 1987 UK).  As I was more on loving the beat I didn't pay much attention to the lyrics. Or maybe deep inside I knew the song described about 80% of what I was going through thus I avoided it. Thank goodness I'm so over 1988. Now I can dance to this tune with my two left feet.



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  1. Oh wow. I remember that song. That takes me back to my high school days. Many "shattered dreams" back then, but so silly when I think about those moments now. :-P

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  2. This was yet another good tune from the 80s. This hit the charts the year my first child was born. I had forgotten about this song until now, so thanks for sharing with us! Come by to dance with me later, when you get a chance. Have an awesome week!

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  3. Love the 80's music. This is one I forgot completely about!!

    Have a great week!!

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  4. The good thing is that you experience that falling in love feeling.

    Thanks for rocking with us!

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  5. it has been a while since I've listened to this song. It's soothing actually.

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  6. Gee, I thought I was here maybe I got interrupted, so HI AGAIN IF NOT! And you so ROCK! Love these kind of songs that makes us remember our freedom! You're doing great so let's rock on together, Sista!!! hugzzzzzzzz and have a rockin' week!

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