They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
Each Friday, decked, they rush to see,
The first show, front row, wild with glee.
Center road, center seat, whistles they blow,
Each Friday, decked, to the show they go.
At the hero's entrance, they scream with might,
At the heroine's face, romance takes flight.
Their talk, their days, their nights, all the same,
They're all just movies, fueled by the flame.
They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
Yes, the theatre of the mind, with devotion they pray,
Their sins are their offerings, cinema's the way.
And cinema's promise, a whispered vow,
Chanting Khan's name, their spirits bow.
With Bachchan's slogans, a forehead's mark,
Seeking the love of the stars, their hearts embark.
Their God, their faith, their every plea,
Are all just movies, eternally.
They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
They're all just movies, all these souls are scenes,
They're all just movies, Cinema is their queen.
Three-D dreams in their eyes, cinema resides,
Their hearts, in a minute, beat seventy tides.
Three-D dreams in their eyes, cinema resides,
Their hearts, in a minute, beat seventy tides.
Their blood, a reel, a cinematic flow,
And their minds, wandering, where multiplexes go.
Their body, their heart, their wealth, all in line,
They're all just movies, their souls entwine.
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