Kids that are hip they grow hair on their lip

They'll throw down their razors they don't give a shit
They'll grow and grow and grow
So let your mustache shooow

I miss it sometimes. Not having a mustache, but other things.
I miss my old friends I'm not allowed to hang out with.
New friends are nice, but they're far from replaceable material.

Complaint of the weekend/ day: I met an 18 year old that looked 21.
What gives?!
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